‘I imagine Altaïr coming back from a long trip. Women were trying to get him to sleep with them so when he came back he was ‘frustrated’. So he found me and fucked the living life out of me.’
Sometimes I imagine myself as an assassin, running across New-York, eliminating Red Coats that stand in my way. But one day they get a chance to avenge me. I’m surrounded in a dark corner in some secluded area of the city, trying to defend myself, however this time I fail and they take away my weapons, threatening me with guns. I hiss angrily but surrender, getting on my knees unwillingly, holding my hands up as I’m about to give up on my life. I hear soldiers’ evil laughs. “Look at this little bitch left at our mercy,” one of them says, making me raise my head by pressing his gun to my chin.
“Fuck you! All of you!” I spit on the ground in rage. “And soon enough… you will,” the leader of the group smirks. I wiggle when they begin to grab me. “What are you… No, get your hands off me, you bastards!” I shout while men’s grip tightens on my limbs, leaving me no chance to escape. “You’ve been killing our soldiers in cold blood and you seriously thought you could get away with it?” All of them laugh mockingly. “What a pretty mouth you have. Let’s put it to a good use, shall we?”
I don’t have time to protest before I’m being gagged with one of the cocks shoved down my throat. I have no choice but to suck on it, listening to their dirty remarks on how they are going to use me later. And when each one of the Red Coats starts to fuck me in some way or another I can’t stop thinking about how much I’m secretly enjoying it. That’s because I’ve never been dominated before and now I find it so intoxicating that I manage to cum twice in a row, smelling their cocks, tasting their sperm, losing myself in pleasure while men are ravishing me for more than an hour.
When soldiers are done, they just leave me in that alley, almost soaked in their cum, barely able to move, knowing that my whole body will be even sorer tomorrow. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” the leader says before taking off.
Oh, I definitely have. And I wouldn’t mind to learn it again for sure…
‘I could really do with a threesome with Jacob Frye and Killian Jones right abotu now. Oh yes that would be lovely…’
It’s a stupid one but I want to give Evie a book with “1000 Ways to Make Girl Come” written on it. When I present the book to her I whisper in her ear, “And I’d like to try all of them right now.” This confused look on her face together with a blush on her cheeks make me horny as hell. She agrees, smiling curiously and lets me lead her to the bedroom that we are not going to leave for at least five hours 😉
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‘I want Ezio to whisper Italian poetry between my legs.’
‘As much as I love Ezio, I don’t think Leonardo da Vinci gets enough love. Imagine what this genius could do to you. I imagine him having me tied up while he tested different sex toys of his own invention on me. Of course, Ezio would often stop by to play.’
Not a confession, but the post from imaginensfw about your favorite character being your personal trainer made me think of this Assassin’s Creed work out! I’m sending it to you to share with everyone!
Grazie for sharing, my dear! I am certain I’m not alone when I say that I’d happily do all of these (and more) if our favourite Assassin/Templar is the one motivating us. Of course, all bets are off if they would also do these and start working up a sweat in front of us. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘I’m so down for some consensual non-consent (aka rape play) with Haytham. Me, a young assassin that has fallen hopelessly in love with the Templar grand master. That would be our little game. He’d hunt me down, take me back to his headquarters, tie me down, and fuck me mercilessly, only to let me go to play again the next day.’
I’m taking an “afternoon nap” (actually masturbating) in the rooftop garden above my house. A breathless, sweaty, and bleeding Altair jumps in through the curtain. His eyes are on me, bewildered at the unexpected sight. I move towards him as we near the guards approach – I know his fate is in my hands. Altair is both aroused and afraid I’ll yell. I open my mouth, to kiss him. He nearly moans out loud when my hands start to work their way under his robes and down his trousers.
‘Since Connor’s birthday is coming up. I wanted to do something special. When he comes home from hunting he finds me wearing a collar and calling him daddy.’